To wander this bleak land I’m doomed.
In loveless lonely mood I brood .
I settle by dead windswept tree and in darkening sky stare out to sea.
Somewhere across that vast expanse , I dream of an unknown woman dancing her archaic dance , dark eyes flash bright in firelight.
The one who’s touch could make things right , the one who loves with all her might and join your path for the rest of your life .
The coldness of the night draws in , disturbing pleasant dream again , the shifting mists within my mind , dissolve her face into one unkind, scared and hard , cut and torn that face could only be battle born.
The face is mine though I can barely tell , a face thats clearly been through hell , what terror now this vision brings I shudder at the sight of him.
A man bereft of love and life , a man with whom selfpity’s rife , no hope left in those dim dead eyes a man who faces the reapers scythe.
His soul is lost , no trace left of proud warriors past , each breath he wishes were his last.
His heart is empty like the land he wanders , bloodied and bruised on he blunders , haunted by a distant dream of a beautiful woman across the sea .
He has no coins he has no ship , so into the mists of time he slips .